[teen wolf imagines & headcanons]
disclaimer: i do not own teen wolf, it's character or it's plot. all credit goes to jeff davis and the rest of the creators of this god blessed show. the imagines, fics & headcanons are mine, however, so please do n...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
-
AS SOON AS you awoke that morning, something had felt different. You tried to ignore it, but now, walking down the hallway with your best friend, Scott, it felt worse than before.
You could see all the students loitering the hallways, chatting with their friends like they didn't have a care in the world, you could feel yourself moving: one foot in front of the other, one step at a time, and you could also hear Scott talking persistently to you about how he got a boner when he and your sister, Allison were hiding from your father the other day.
But something was out of place, something was wrong. You couldn't understand or even begin to explain it. You were catching all the information of Scott's mundane story and your body was moving and walking to class just like you did every school day but something was different. It felt like you weren't really there: like you were a spirit, or like you were dreaming.
Except you weren't dead nor were you dreaming because Stiles once told you that you couldn't read in dreams and you could read just fine. Also, you didn't recall your supposed death.
"You're doing that thing again," Scott's voice abruptly broke you out of your thoughts; your head snapped towards him in surprise.
"What thing?" You asked with an exasperated sigh, running your hand through your unusually messy hair. It's been a long week, you thought.
"That thing where you pretend you're listening to what I'm saying but you actually have no clue because you're in [Y/N] land." Scott looked over at you with a raised eyebrow and your immediate reaction was to defend yourself.
"I don't do that," You rolled your eyes. Normally you would brush off Scott's teasing with a gasp and a playful shove but today was most certainly not that day.
Then, a wave of nausea and dizziness unexpectedly swept over you; your head began to thump and you heard a constant, low rumbling sound coming from every possible direction. Stumbling slightly, you had to lean against a random locker in order to stay upright.
Scott noticed instantaneously, standing in front of you, hands on both of your shoulders - he gave you a concerned look like a parent would do. "Okay, tell me what's going on."
"Nothing's going on." You snapped at him. It was a complete lie and you knew it, he knew it, the whole pack knew it. You assumed it was the aftermath of sacrificing yourself to the Nemeton in order to save your father, but neither Scott or Stiles had mentioned any weird things happening to them yet so you preferred to stay reasonably quiet. You didn't want to burden them with your petty problems. You hadn't even told your sister and you and Allison told each other everything.
"Really?" Scott asked, his face clearly stating that he didn't buy your lies. You slapped his hands off your shoulders with a roll of your eyes.
"Yes, really. Now can you just -" You cut yourself off; your eyes curiously wandering over Scott's shoulder: towards the entrance doors. Five dark, void-ridden figures dressed in all black, their faces shadowed and hoods up. The only thing showing from under the hood would be their vibrant, glaring, yellow eyes which would most likely haunt you for a while.
